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Except for the blood stains on the floors of the operating room, Ibn Sina Hospital, in the West Bank city of Jenin, was left spotlessly clean. It lasted no more than 15 minutes. “They were speaking perfect Arabic,” one doctor said of the 12 Israeli commandos who entered at the crack of dawn. 

Writer: Tom Mutch & Madison Tuff


mark- baseua ngo

Mark is 13 years old. Circles under his eyes as big as apples and as dark as the night run through his face. The boy is pale. Thin. He barely speaks. When spoken to, his answers are brief. Only the most important things. Efficiency. That’s all Mark can manage to get out. We meet Mark in an abandoned hotel in downtown Bakhmut. A volunteer from one of the city’s three Humanitarian Centers was able to get in touch with the family. Shards of glass lie at the entrance to the hotel.

Writer: Jodie Reh



the pain of solitude - baseua ngo

Loneliness is painful. Loneliness in war is almost unbearable.

The small town of Siversk in the Donbas has been under the heaviest shelling for a long time. There are still Russian offensives in which Siversk is the target of Russian forces.

Writer: Jodie Reh


civilian first aid - baseua ngo

Even if you don’t want to believe it: The embattled areas also have people who want to stay there. The reasons for this are varied. Some are afraid of fleeing. Others have never been elsewhere and are worried that they will not be able to integrate. Still, others lack the money to afford a new home.

Writer: Jodie Reh



helping when others can't - svidomi media

How Bucharest's humanitarian volunteers work with Ukrainian refugees. Seated between an orange medical tent and an ambulance at Bucharest's Gara du Nord Station, Teodor "Dodo" Nemteanu, 44, a Romanian paramedic specializing in disaster management takes a drag of his cigarette as he rests on a short break.

Writer: Madison Tuff


saving lives on the frontline - svidomi media

"It makes me not believe in humanity" Piotr says as he shows me an image of all of the shrapnel he's removed from the bodies of soldiers, documented and sealed in plastic bags . Some shards are too large to even imagine inside a person. But each piece of horrible, twisted metal represents a life he's saved.

Writer: Madison Tuff

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